Apparently my post yesterday was a wee bit premature, and WAY too optimistic.
The Dirty Black Monkey Flu of Death is back, it’s pissed, and it’s taking prisoners.
Around 7:30 last night, as I was happily eating my dinner and gaily making plans for the rest of my sick-free week, I started feeling a little tickle at the back of my throat. I dismissed it as too much black pepper on my pasta, and ignored it.
Until, at 8:00, it turned into a full blown cough.
By 10:00, I was in bed, my fever was back, and I was coughing worse than a 3-pack-a-day smoker.
Needless to say, I’m feeling a bit like I got hit by a Mack truck today.
|Did anybody get that guy’s license plate number?|
And with that, it’s safe to say I’ve used up my blogger energy today. In the meantime, here’s a funny picture of my cat:
|Yeah, it’s a re-run from the comic strip, Special Edition. What do you want? I’m sick!|